steve shearer, the hunt for lobster
In our view this move is legitimate. Steve Shearer could still be racking a pointscore here. Except for a couple of things.
But first you have to know that it’s Lennox, the Point.
Shearer got out, then he got into this. Who knows maybe he’s carved off about eight boldly linked manoeuvres before deciding to go for the lobster. These local men are big on marine life, and eating it. Ask George Greenough, the guy with gills. Every fish fears him.
How many times have you seen someone ride the roof of a 7′ wave? Well we see it here.
The two basic rules of surfing are that (1) you have to be ON a wave, and (2) you have to be ON your feet. That’s why Einstein was a bodysurfer, he couldn’t figure it out, and that’s why there can be no argument with what Shearer is doing here. He’s riding the roof of the wave – both the feet are planted.
Problem is, so is the head.
This is where you start going negative on a standard scorecard Steve. Up to now, just fine. I’m told that the carnage was severe.
In Australia girt by sea we have lobsters coming out our ears, in fact lobster farmers use grey nurse sharks to move them from pen to pen and the opportunity to catch a wild lobster is rare indeed, when they are found they are almost impossible to extract by hand as they wedge themselves in tight amongst the undersea boulders. Plus they can fucking really nip you hard. Lobsters turn into homicidal little brown bastards when you want them to leave home.
Lennox Head is renowned for it’s Point Lobsters. Worldwide. Last time we saw one on a menu in Paris they were asking $350 per and Shearer is one of the very few watermen who have the skill to pick a wave big enough to suck one of those spiny little mothers out of its hole, this is because he knows where they live. He’s got their domicile sorted.
Plus he has the eyes of an
eagle albatross gannet.
That’s what he’s doing up there, with his head down in the wave – upside down. He’s in the spot and he’s spotted lunch. That lobster must be shitting himself.
Reid Waters only body surfed Lennox Point after he had been diving for a feed, then again reid was different.
Heh … I got one Pete, of me at burleigh. My old man took the photo with his brand new nikon back in ’07.
There is definitely an element of poo-stancing and shitting myself to it.
how good are you at file sharing old mate …
I’m alright — I think? She’s only a small 33kb pic ripped from my facebook account.
If you like email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll email you back?
How you been anyway? Judging by your writing, excellent!
Take care PB 🙂
post it up on your blog cb, and give us a rundown
If I didn’t know any better I’d say there was some underhanded Photoshop trickery involved here. I mean, it’s not possible is it? Board in the wave, head in the wave too, and the legs fixed somewhere between a Cliff Young shuffle and Michael Jackson moonwalk. If this were me I’d frame the pic and park it on the wall.
It was the first wave of the second session, kindly donated by Kit, and it all ended with a snapped 7’0″ scrimped and saved for via grunt labour.
Still, I think I got off a potential roasting lightly….I was dreading yellow-eyed currawongs somewhere in it.
You gunna “do” yourself or will that honour be outsourced?
I want Evers …
“I think I got off a potential roasting lightly”?
Masochism is obviously Steve’s bag.
At least he pulled in….
As for you, PB. I’m thinking that Clif would be far too kind.
When it comes to giving it a dig from way up the headland rocks, and giving it a rip in the meatiest condition, Steve is as seasoned, experienced, and bad ass as they come.
Plus, even though some may not care much for the subject matter, let alone the why, what, or who compensates him for doing so, (note. we all collectively hate all you all’s employers as well),… the man can write like a mofo.
Bet he dodged all the urchins on the inside.
You all can all brag on and on about how no one ever got the shot, let alone never even saw your own less than brilliant barney moves, but we now have clear documentation of Shearsie completing one of the hardest transition moves in surfing.
The head dip. To foot dig. To inverted floater.
Give up the ghost, Steve. Change your old comment section user name from MBCR, to Luke farking Roof Walker.
Peter, my sources tell me that if you had a sequence posted, ol Sheppy stuck that landing and tucked into the next hole with fixing his hair.
Course, I heard that from Steve.
yeah… it’s going to be a series
“without” fixing his hair. nothing like fucking up a punch line.
hey, hippy, when compared to hippies fucking up entire generations, you fucking up a punchline is minor.
Steve Shearer eats raw uni, shell and all, for breakfast.
You?… yea, i recall your trip last year to the Mexican Ranch…. you freaking out when a school of minnows breaks the surface, and you panic paddle right over the rocks. stomping all over the vana on your way in….. and yea, i got photographic proof.
You are a barney. And a pussy. 😉
reading comprehension was never your strength Rolla.
But the soft beach park you frequent filled with stumbling blue hairs pretty much sums your act up perfectly. Funny thing, you’re content with less which leaves your summary without cred.
At least you know your limit.
Yea. I seen your ride. and the board you kook out on…. on your what, semi annual “session”?…. speaking of blue haired hippies,… Hippie boy?
the only thing left is, where do i plant the appropriate placed hippie punch.